parents had this bed?”
“Thirty-one years.”
He went quiet.
“What did you find?”
“I’d rather not explain it over the phone.”
He wasn’t trying to sound mysterious.
That was what unsettled me.
He sounded like someone who had stumbled into something deeply personal and was trying very hard not to cross a line.
“We haven’t touched anything,” he said. “We left everything exactly where it was.”
“What is it?”
“I think you need to see it yourself.”
Across the table, my mother had stopped moving.
Her iced tea was halfway
